Morning finally came. A blessed relief to the futa who sat, curled up in a ball, on the bathroom floor to hide away from her girlfriend's relentless libido. Hers wasn't any better. Alisa's erection had remained stoic throughout the night, leaking pre-cum into a puddle and waiting for her self-control to crack. The possibility wasn't something she even entert...
For a time Jango Fett was considered as a template for clone army, but in the end someone different was chosen – Ros Lai. A busty redhead human female and force using Nightsister. Even through she was a strong force user, only small percentage of her clones have have talent in it. Those clones had been given special training by count Dooku himself. Their ex...
Author's Note: A story requested by a reader. *** Jennifer rolled over onto her side, facing away from her girlfriend. She felt her do the same, their butts pressing together, though it did nothing to add intimacy to the night. After a failed attempt at riling up her lover there was no redeeming it. All they could do was try and sleep, despite Jennifer's l...
God, crime scenes give me such a justice boner. Really makes me want to...narrate my heroic exploits. "Lit from the flames of a burning sex shop, a tall, shapely silhouette looms over the city. It is one fucking *heroic* silhouette. She got a shadow that does not quit. Curves in all the right places, and a TRUNK in front of that junk. That is the sexy-ass s...
WEDNESDAY When working nights, one gets used to sleeping in as late as necessary. While working in the coffee shop, there was nothing worse than the feeling of waking up completely rested. That invariably meant that she slept through her alarm. Layla was alarmed to be thrown out of her dream by someone rocking her back and forth by her shoulder. For a mome...
What was she thinking?! With her dick, clearly, but that shouldn't have made such a decision for her. Regardless, she sat in Rachel's home, opposite Leah on the couch and desperate not to peek as the buxom futa milked herself. She assumed it'd seem strange to complain, since the book had made it normal to everyone but her. The fact Rachel didn't bat an eye a...
The Abbey of the Order of the Burning Rose has stood upon the hallowed cliffs at White Rock and faced it stones against the crashing sea for over nine hundred years. Its great walls are built from slabs of the white marble upon which its foundation rests. The salt spray has etched and darkened paths between each massive block of stone so that it seems drawn...
At a solid 5’10”, an amazonian figure, and brilliant red hair lesser woman call dyed, though never to your face, you cut an intimidating figure in your form fitting flight suit. On your hip you carry a stun whip and pistol. A bandolier draped across your shoulder (and oh so tastefully running between your breasts) contains the remaining tools of your trade....
[Pre-story]Content Warnings: unrealistic anatomy, futa, horse cock, huge cock, excessive cum. Disclaimer: All characters are 18+[/pre-story] Lay On Hands, Chapter 3 Pyrista held her wife's gaze as her lips lingered on the flared tip of Rylinne's cock, the lewd kiss intensifying. As her hands continued to stroke up and down Rylinne's length, her head began...
Visits from Chelsea were eventful. Though it was the same event played differently each time, it never ceased to stick out, witnessing the futa get lodged in the doorway. Marissa had a stock of oil for that purpose alone, helping her friend get in. Once, she left her in the door and took a nap, tired of the routine, and came back to Chelsea still trapped. Su...